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Fat Crow

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A cartwheeling deadleaf crosses
the street, to a pack of fat crows
hunched by a meal, one crazy
enough to wobble next to speeding wheels
for a nibble, ‘cause a corpse on the ground
is worth three in the belly.

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Brozekial You're currently reading the poem Fat Crow, which was posted on Apr 22, 2011 by Brozekial.

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